Dosftp - Tales (feat. Number 2) Lyrics

It's 2 o'clock and I check my celly
I see that my nigga called me a few and he left a message
I checked it he said
"Yo check it my nigga call me when you get this"
Had that urgency in his voice so I knew it was something serious
Hello! Aye my nigga you see my text
I just sent you a couple pictures I think I just spot a lick
Hold on hold on lemme go look as I slowy scroll through my text
Clicked on the thread he said
"My man's like to flex so nigga what's next"
I told him scoop me in 5 just need some time to get dressed
And let my shawty know that I'm bout to jet
Search for my hoody then I threw on my sweats
Was by the door in lik 2 minutes or less
I hear the horn okay it's time to get rich
Approaching the whip
And it's time to get em
He hit the left proceeded to whip it
And in the distance I seen a lil nigga who showed resemblance of a walking licks
We slowly pulled up parked and waited for man's start walking
Ran up on em with straps in hand if he think we just talking
Moving so cautiously the ground can barely feel that we walking
Smooth criminal boy I can slick the gloss off a coffin
I'm cold hearted told him to cough it he threw it like Vick
20 seconds later we back in the whip
He had some work and a grip
We split the lick and now we good for a minute
And if you got it best believe we gone get it but for now we low-key

Shit don't really seem what it seems
You can always be awakened out your dreams
It's all about that cash and that cream
Yeah that dolla boy I get it any means

It's 2 o clock and I check my celly
I seen that my shorty called me a few and she left a message
I checked it
She said hey baby somebody tryna get witchu
Sound like money was on the floor so I hit her back in a instant
Got yo message so what's the mission
She say homie needed some work
Got the bread and down to pay extra
Fasho just gimme five so I can put on some clothes
And grab the work then I'm head out the door
Let's get this play on the floor
Approach the whip
Never shook nigga run up on me and he gone get took
That's on my momma I put that shit on the book
Started the car and then proceeded to book
She said he posted up on 7 and Woodward
I punch the gas so I can get there a lil sooner
Just pulled up she say he in grey shooter
I'm hopping out and look out for hooli's
Nah I ain't worried just gotta watch how I'm moving
I got to walking and shit felt different
Like being watched from a longer distance
Nah f*ck that I ain't with this
I turn around just back to mind my business
To my surprise two niggas with some pistols
You niggas can't be serious
They Grabbed the work and all my re up chicken
So now I'm back ground zero
Kickin cans in my Honda Civic
And I can't blame em that's just how I'm living
Them niggas got me now I gotta get it
So for now I'm low key